We went to St. George on Friday. It was fun. Today we are home and I am happy. I like my home. I like being home. I'd rather be home than anywhere. Does that make me dull? Perhaps. At least I'm content puttering around. I have worked hard to create a comfy bed to lie upon whilst reading. I like every-day living. Maybe it doesn't sound like much but it's actually quite important. If you don't like every-day living you could become suicidal. I never will.
But people seem to enjoy trips every now and then and we take them occasionally too. You see, it's the same for me wherever we go: "watching" Ellen eat, "watching" Ellen go to the bathroom, remaining neutral in DS charger fights. I can do it here or in San Diego or in St. George or anywhere. This weekend we were in St. George. Christian and I love road trips because we get to talk so that was a plus. We ate most lunches and dinners out so that was also a plus. We stayed in a friend's condo for free so that was a huge plus. It was cold and rainy, which was a negative. But there was an indoor swimming pool so that was a plus for the kids and a neutral for me--I don't like wearing a swimming suit but I have no bodily pride anymore and the hot tub was somewhat enjoyable. We played tennis when the rain let up which I enjoyed considerably. I was better than all my kids until they had the bright idea that, "Hey, it's just like the Wii" and started getting their serves over the net. Curse you, WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
like you do). But when all was said and done and untangled--Plus, overall.
Welcome Baby visit. Plus! It's such a great program. If you are having a baby you should sign up for it--maybe I'll visit you. I always like to imagine that I have a really devoted but unbalanced blog stalker who might go to the trouble of faking a pregnancy just so I would come and visit them as a Welcome Baby volunteer. It sure would be interesting.
I hope you had a nice weekend. Back to the old grindstone tomorrow. AmIrightoramIright?